Forbidden Hearts

A boy or rather a young man less then a month from his seventeenth
Birthday, the day he would become a man legal in the eyes of
adults. Standing on the ledge of one of the many towers at Hogwarts,
with his head thrown back and his light brown hair plastered to his
skull from the steady down pour. His lids tightly shut hiding his
silver gray eyes with a touch of blue, even the redness from the
tears that he had been crying.


His now pale cheeks still show a salty white trail leading from the
corners of his eyes down to his chin and beyond. His wet brown
strands blew in the gusts all around him despite the wetness and the
constant soaking. The youth’s arms were out stretched palms facing up
like he\'s trying to catch the drops of rain. Now and then he would
weave as a heavy wind pushes him either forward or backwards.


Not once since he had stepped unto the ledge has he looked the 50 or
so odd feet below him, Not even to check if anyone was peering up at
him. The time way past midnight and normally all of his housemates had
been chased to there respective beds, more then half should be
dreaming. Dreaming of ways to put him down or show pity towards him, he
thought bitterly. A small shudder goes through his body as another
wave of inner pain squeezes his heart nearly bursting it this time.


He wasn\'t scared of being in the position that he was in now, after
all he had been ridding a broom more then half of his life. He was
also Slytherin\'s seeker, not for long he thought with another pain
shooting through his heart this one for the loose that he would
receive. When it was time for him to leave school he would be expected
to join his father, and his father before him and his fathers, father.
This was one of the many of the reasons that he had decided to do
what he had to do, He had made the horrible mistake of falling from a
Gryffindor.


She was a mudblood, forbidden to him by his family and class
mates, another thing were he was to be forced to fight against her or
worst becomes her killer. The young woman deserved much more then
that or so he kept reasoning, his only conclusion was to take him self
out so that he wouldn\'t have to kill the person that he loved. Of
course his mind screamed just go to the head master and he would set
things right. Then him and his love would be able to be together, What
the youth didn\'t notice was that the ledge that he had been perched
on for more then an hour was more then weather worn.


The space and the crack was not visible from his vantage point, so
he didn\'t notice as he opened his eyes and lowered his arms and legs
that his decision had been made for him. Turning around and taking one
foot off of the ledge to step back to the safety of the roof, his perch
slipped then collapsed altogether. He was first pushed forward then
jerked back wards falling into air, he watched his eyes suddenly clear
as the wall rushed by. The last thing that went through his head
was,\"I wonder if finch\'s cat will find me first?\"

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Laying in her over sized four poster bed, her red hair flared out
across her pillow laid a seventh year Gryffindor. Her breathing was
steady and shallow as if she where asleep, with a flutter of her eye
lids a small whimper escaping her small pink lips you knew that she
was in a restless state and not asleep at all. Her pale eye lids
snapping open and revealing her dark green eyes, her eyes had a way
to make anyone who was caught in the line of vision to stop and
question. Just one look at the red headed beauty you wouldn\'t be able
to tell that she was a witch let alone a muggle born witch, or as
some students from unsaid house a filthy mud blood.


She made perfect grades this helping her with her head girl position
that she now held , with her ready smile and cheerful disposition
made it easier for even a few Slytherin\'s to forget her heritage. One
person in particular had long ago given his heart to the redheaded
muggle born. No matter that she did her best to discourage him, he
kept right at it until she had fallen for his Slytherin charm of
course who wouldn\'t the poor blonde headed boy with blue eyed had
been following her around for nearly four years. When the union was
first brought to the open there was anger from both sides, both
blaming the other for this impossible coupling?


To bad the two love bugs were oblivious that word would eventually
reach there parents, little did either of the two love birds one from
the light one from the dark have any inkling what pain would befall
them before terms end. The couple in their seventh year had become
attached at the hip everything was done together, well except going
to the toilets... but of course there were nasty rumors circulating
around Hogwarts about that. One rumor had almost cost the blonde
youth his spot on the Slytherin Quidditch\'s house team, Seeker to be
exact which he had become very found of his third year. The redhead
had stepped up setting her hand on top of the blonde youth\'s hand
instantly calming the rage within. Arm twined in arm the blonde
headed boy and the redhead girl went for a two hour walk around the
grounds and lake, there absence was noticed and caused the scales to
be tipped against them.


That exact same day two owls flew from the Owlery one heading to
muggle London one headed to an undisclosed huge family estate. Both
owls reached the told destination unmolested the red rolled burdens
securely attached, both parchments where unfolded quickly neither
bearing the identity of the sender just a Childs name. One family
smiled and promised to owl post their child and congratulate them on
a well put together match, being that this family had heard much of
the young man mentioned and both parents knew him to treat there
child with respect and love her with all his heart.


Sadly the father of the other received post was now standing in the
middle of his study with a red post already read and reread for
accuracy crumbled into a tiny ball. The blonde headed father angrily
tossed the post into the open hearth causing the flames to turn an
ugly red for a split second then return to its natural state.
Gliding over to his desk, yes gliding his family secret they did not
stalk or stamp they glided when they were hot under the blonde hair
lines.


Taking one steadying breath the father set to work with out a word
from his wife ,to post there errant son and set him on his proper
path due to his family legacy. The fast but neat post was done in
less then five minutes written with fewer then thirty words. With a
smirk on his pale face the blonde youth\'s father sent off this note
with the family crust stamped to make a seal. Looking at his family
grandfather clock he knew the boy would receive the post as he ate
his supper, putting an end to his child hood fantasies. \"That will be
his present, let him know that it\'s time to become a man\".


The reality though was the couple had decided to picnic instead of
eating in the great hall, by the time they had parted the boys post
from his father had been set neatly on his black pillows by a fellow
house mate. The two lovers had kissed there good nights; both
reluctant to leave the others warm embrace but eventually doing so.
As they parted both could be seen turning trying to catch one last
glimpse of each other as though they were afraid that tonight would
be there last. Both reached there respective common rooms at the
exact same time, both also reached there beds at the same time.
One finding a cheerful note, the other hateful and filled with threat.
Not for his on safety but the person that they had fallen in love with.


Setting out her night things the redhead girl had a small smile on
her face as she brushed her ringlets free undoing a curling charm set
hours earlier. She thought about many things one was how he would
curl her hair around his finger only to pull it under his nose to
have a smell. She would giggle and fuss about how he better not blow
his nose on her just freshened hair. He would chuckle and fake a loud
blowing noise which always caused her to blush no matter how many
times he repeated this action.


Standing up she pulled off her school robes and uniform and set them
on top of her trunk, turning around was when she felt the first pang
as if something were missing. Shaking her long mid back length hair,
she pulled on her nightgown and slipped into bed. In a crumbled heap in
a dorm completely unlike his future wife or was to be future wife,
laid the blond headed boy his body racked with dry sobs. His curtains
had been pulled around him and a charm set for silence, so that none
of his house mates heard the anguish escaping his small framed body.
He had been this way since he had first found and read the now
crumbled note, he felt as though he were dying inside he knew he
couldn\'t live without his love.

The only choice that his mind kept ending on was that if he was out
of the picture she, his love, his heart, would go on. While he lived
and loved her she was nothing but a pawn to be used and would be were
a few choice words his father had used. Standing up and drying his
face as best he could the blond youth one hour until his
independence, headed towards the highest point that he knew about the
astrology tower.


Quickly sitting up in her bed the red headed girl shivered, her
green eyes wide and desperate, not bothering with a cloak or robe she
threw back her covers. Her night gown was plastered to her pale
skin; she had started to shiver uncontrollable. Ignoring this she
rushed out of her dorm down the stairs to the common room and out of
the gapping hole pushing past the fat lady\'s portrait. Her barefoot
pattering on the cold marble as she rushed towards the head masters
gargoyle, her mind chanting please don\'t let me be to
late..


I\'ll give my life for his. As she reached the gargoyle she was
completely in tears ,coming to a sliding stop she was surprised to
find the head master with his long white beard stepping out of his
passage way. With out stopping and giving an explanation the head
master headed out doors ,the red headed girl trailing behind him
whispering \'\'he\'s falling\'\' over and over again.


When they reach a certain spot the head master stopped raising his
wand sky words waiting, the rain causing him to have a very wet dog
look because of his long white hair and beard. Shivering the red
headed girl stood beside him her green eyes trying to spot her love,
when she finally did see a dark shape quickly falling down the side
of the stone tower. Her green eyes roll into the back of her head as
her body crumbles to the ground at the head masters still bare feet.


A bright flash leaves the tip of the headmaster\'s wand; he keeps his
wand steady on the falling boy who appears to be unconscious.